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On Monday night, we boarded a plane in Los Angeles that took off at 11 p.m. It was a cheap flight. No comforts. Couldn’t even get water without buying a bottle. So no pillows, no blankets, and very little room. The red-eye flight from hell.
It was comfortably warm when we left L.A. It was 53, rainy, and windy when we landed in Philly. Thank goodness for heat in the car. But the house was as cold as death, and I switched on my heated mattress pad to the highest level and crawled into bed. Oh my, the delight of a warm bed and a big, puffy blanket on top. I slept for four hours.
Blankets are a gift. So are heated mattress pads.